Page 30 of Unethical

“Why are you doing this to me?” I lift my gaze to meet his.

His hand brushes my cheek. “Because I’m in love with you. Absolutelyobsessedwith you.”

My breath hitches as his lips draw closer to mine. “You can’t be.”

He smirks. “I no longer want to talk about me at these appointments. I just want to use you. Make up whatever you have to for the court, because I’m done talking.”

His lips crash into mine, and my laptop falls to the ground as he lifts me to my feet. The jolt between my legs overpowers my fear, my scruples, and my sanity.

He pushes my shoulders until I’m on my knees. He’s so strong. Too strong. He keeps one hand on my shoulder while the other unzips his jeans and frees himself. I didn’t see his cock when he had sex with me last week. I only felt the strengthbehind it as he stretched me. Looking at it now, I don’t know how I fit it inside me.

“Suck my dick,” he says, shoving his cock past my lips.

My red lipstick smears across the length of his cock as he pulls out before pushing deeper into my mouth. I gag when it collides with the back of my throat. He fucks my mouth until tears roll down my cheeks.

“Good fucking girl,” he says as his head drops back.

“Maxim,” I whisper as he pulls out of my mouth to let me catch my breath.

“When you say my name like that, it reminds me of how you moaned my name as you pleased yourself,” he groans.

“Wh-what?”

“I watched you before I marked your pussy. You said my name while you rubbed yourself. What were you thinking about, doc?”

“I’m not?—”

“I think you were thinking about me between your thighs. With my mouth on your little cunt, huh?”

I was. But I don’t want to tell him that.

I shake my head, and he slaps my cheek, making me whimper.

“Yes,” I say, a drop in my shoulders as I sit back on my heels. I didn’t want to give him that validation, but he’s drawing it out of me.

“Why didn’t you just ask?” he says as he grabs my arm and helps me to my feet. He lifts me and places me on the edge of my desk.

“No...” I whisper, pushing his hands away as they ride up my thighs, carrying my skirt along with them.

I could never ask him for what I’ve thought about. It’s so wrong. I’d never be able to utter those words out loud. The admission would mean I’m no longer a coerced therapist.

It means I’m an unethical one.

“Shh, doc. You want my mouth on you enough to come to it, so let me make you come.”

He drops to his knees and wraps his arms around my thighs as he pulls me toward him. The corner of the desk digs into my ass, but his tongue licks away the pain. He moves my panties aside first, enjoying the taste of my wetness before pulling the fabric aside with his teeth.

The rough motion makes goosebumps rise on my skin. His warm, soft tongue hits my slit and feels better than my mind could imagine. The tip of his tongue curls and flicks against my clit, and I have to shove my hand over my mouth to keep from moaning out loud and alerting my secretary. I’d never be able to explain why a murderous felon is eating me out on my desk, and why it’s making me moan like this.

My hand drops to his hair, and I pull him into me, burying him further. He eats me in ways I’ve never felt, like I’m his favorite meal.Betterthan his favorite meal. My back arches, and my chest rises.

“Maxim,” I whimper, and he strokes his dick to his name within my moan.

“Come for me,” he growls, vibrating my clit.

I grind against his face, curling my pelvis to give him better access to my clit. It’s been so long since I’ve come the way he’s made me come the last two weeks.

He’s vile.

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